Billionaire’s Regret After Losing Her (Aurelia) novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293 I Think I Misunderstood

“So? Unconvinced?” Aurelia said with a smile.

The more they had oppressed Aurelia in the past, the gentler her smile seemed now.

Yet that gentleness was laced with poison for everyone here.

Because in the next moment, from behind that smile, who knew what vicious order she might issue?

And under her command, the entire Hawthorne Manor would

be thrown into chaos.

Everyone would be tormented to the point of exhaustion.

Lauren retorted, “What you’re doing isn’t fair. One person should do one person’s work.”

“Exactly,” Aurelia chuckled. “One person should do one

person’s work. So why do you get to lie around in your room? How is that fair? Talking to me about fairness? What kind of fool are you pretending to be here?”

It was laughable. naivety or stupidity?

Or was it that even the smartest people, when pushed to their limit, were reduced to acting foolishly?

Just like Dominic now, he was consumed by helpless fury.

But Lauren…

Aurelia laughed outright. “No, you’re not stupid. You’re clever. The mask you wear, you put it on and take it off so effortlessly.”

In Aurelia’s eyes, Lauren was the epitome of hypocrisy.

Yet, this hypocrisy had gone completely unnoticed by the entire Hawthorne family.

Even Dominic still trusted Lauren implicitly.

How could such a person be stupid?

She was simply powerless in her current situation. As for her scheming behind the scenes, it was undoubtedly as frequent as ever.

At the mention of “mask,” Lauren’s face instantly paled, then flushed with anger.

She didn’t respond to Aurelia’s following remark, only gasping out, “Kellen is from the Drake family. It’s perfectly fine if she chooses to do my work for me. What’s unfair about that?”

Kellen was indeed from the Drake family.

Lauren could make Kellen do whatever she wanted. No matter what chores Aurelia assigned to her, she could have Kellen do them.

What was the problem?

Aurelia replied coolly, “This is not a place for you to argue about fairness.”

She had no obligation to answer these tedious questions.

Seeing her dismissive attitude made Lauren’s vision swim with rage.

Aurelia tilted her head. “You must be quite hungry by now.”

Lauren stared.

Hungry?

It wasn’t just hunger; she was starving, famished.

Aurelia picked up the soup plate in front of her. “This soup is truly excellent. You could really use it to restore your strength.”

Lauren’s heart leapt.

What does she mean?

Did Aurelia still harbor a shred of kindness, not wanting to push a new mother who had just recovered too far?

She wouldn’t be that kind-hearted now.

That smile was calm and commanding, as if she held the world in the palm of her hand.

Aurelia said, “Back when you’d just given birth, the entire Hawthorne family treated you like a treasure. All sorts of nourishing soups were sent to your hospital room. Well…”

She paused slightly, looking at Lauren with a deeper, more meaningful smile. “You even told Eleanor you wanted to drink the chicken soup I made.”

Speaking of chicken soup, Aurelia’s smile became exceedingly gracious.

To Lauren, that smile felt like a crushing weight on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Aurelia went on, “You told her the chicken soup I made was delicious. Honestly, I didn’t even know I could cook.”

Eleanor had tried to make her do things before, but Aurelia had never taken the bait.

She knew well that once you started doing certain tasks, they’d never end.

Yet, even then, people still had designs on you.

Lauren had gone into labor, but before heading to the hospital, she had deliberately caused Aurelia to lose her child.

And after giving birth, she had the gall to demand that Aurelia make her some damn chicken soup.

“Back then, was the Hawthorne family lacking in any kind of soup? Why did you insist on having my chicken soup?” Aurelia questioned.

Lauren felt as if her heart were being squeezed by an invisible hand, each of Aurelia’s measured words tightening the grip.

Aurelia smiled, “No, I think I misunderstood. You never really wanted my chicken soup. You just wanted to remind me of your place in the Hawthorne family, of your status in Dominic’s heart.”

Lauren’s already ashen face now looked deathly pale.

Aurelia continued, her voice still calm, “Back then, with all the soups the Hawthorne family made for you, you refused to drink them. You threatened to jump off buildings, throw yourself into the sea, claimed depression, and suicide. I suppose you never really liked those soups either.”

Lauren was speechless.

Aurelia added softly, “If you didn’t care for those soups when you were actually recovering, why would you need them now? You’re fully recovered, aren’t you?”

Each word, spoken in that measured tone, felt like a pair of bloodcurdling hands, slowly tearing Lauren’s soul apart.